With his hoarse voice, Concubine Ye sensed a damp heat on her neck.

Her eyes gradually became focused, and after slowly closing her eyes, the tears did not pass, and the fingers resting on the quilt moved slightly, and finally slowly lifted, covering his head little by little, repeatedly comforting, as if trying to give him a little comfort.

Su Mohan hugged her tighter, and said lightly: "Am I really wrong?" ”

Concubine Ye still comforted him gently, opened her eyes and looked out the window, the night breeze was slightly cool, blowing the branches outside the window trembling, and who could tell the difference between right and wrong?

Maybe there is no right or wrong in love, what you do, what you pursue must be really right?

"Concubine, don't torture yourself anymore... Don't torture me anymore......" Su Mohan desperately sucked her body temperature, for fear that she would disappear in the blink of an eye.

Concubine Ye's slightly pale lips moved slightly, and she gently spit out the word "good".

Su Mohan's nerves, which had been tense, seemed to be suddenly disconnected, he slowly raised his head and gently held Concubine Ye's little face: "I'm waiting for you to talk to me, it's so hard to wait... It's really hard......"

Concubine Ye's nose was sour, looking at his red eyes, round tears rolled out, and the tears of the past month seemed to be exhausted on this day.

Su Mohan leaned over her cherry lips, slid down her chin and slid over her snow-white jade neck, mixed with salty tears and little by little over her delicate collarbone, from the initial gentleness and caution to become crazy.

He was really scared!

I'm afraid she won't get better in this life...

He even began to regret that if he had chosen not to have children, would everything have been a different outcome? Do you regret that if I had told her the truth earlier, would everything have been different?

But most mortals have a problem, before it happens, they will always think that they are right, even if they really made another choice, but who can guarantee that it will turn out better than now?

Concubine Ye lowered her eyes, with a drop of water hanging on her eyelashes, and also reached out to hug him.

Sensing her small hand sliding across her back, Su Mohan became even more frenzied, and the big hand rudely stripped off her shirt and began to bite between her lips and teeth, gradually leaving a string of deep and shallow kiss marks on her snow-white skin.

Concubine Ye closed her eyes and endured his love, even though he was crazy and almost suffocated her, but she was still silently bearing, and a heartbreaking despair lingered on the two of them, as if they could only find comfort and redemption in each other.

The clouds and rain are different from the past, and there is thoughtfulness and gentleness in his roughness.

Even though he was obviously hungry, Su Mohan only asked her for one time after all, and then hugged her tightly behind her.

But even so, Su Mohan, who had been snubbed for a month, was not honest, licking and biting her delicate earlobes little by little, and said in a hoarse voice: "Concubine ......"

"Huh?" Concubine Ye replied softly, feeling his breath tickle on her neck.

"Would you like to try again in a different position?"

“……”

I don't know if silence has become a habit for more than a month, when she heard this kind of question that she didn't know how to answer, Concubine Ye fell silent again, and the earlobes that he was licking and biting became more and more hot.